As a child I was one of those intense, soccer hooligans that woke every Saturday morning, not to watch cartoons (those were reserved for weekdays), but to play the great sport of soccer(note: that was sarcasm). Years were spent chasing a ball around a field. And then I stopped. For no resolute reason, I moved on. It was probably the skateboarding.
ANYWAY, recently someone asked if I wanted to play for a recreational indoor league and I said, “OH GOD YES.” It’s a ramshackle team mainly composed of band geeks. We have heart and a bit of talent, but that’s not the point. The point is that after only two minutes of our first game, I was wheezing to death. I consider myself active, maybe even in shape. But there I was, on a turf field, taking breathes so deep I thought I was going to throw up the majority of my intestines.
So, I’m starting one of my new year’s resolutions a month early. Over the next 25 days, everyday, I will participate in some form of physical activity in hopes of combating this awful wheeze and getting in better shape.
Today I: did pull ups; lifted some weights; more pull ups; crunches; some more pull ups; held some weights in the air; pull ups; bicycle crunches; a final batch of pull ups.
I also went on an intense late night run guided by the Christmas lights that suburbia has so proudly displayed. It was very, very awesome. Tegan and Sara’s Sainthood played through my earbuds. I felt enlightened. This can only be a good sign. Also, I now feel fantastic, in the physically sense. Yay!
Joel Samson Berntsen (Tegan and Sara- The Ocean)